The edge of the campgrounds, early Thursday morning

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had left a message for Priestly, and was now warming up and stretching on the edge of the campground-- and trying not to squee too loudly about the moose. A tiny little stampede of them was rushing across the path.

Maybe they could race them through the preserve? Moose running?



[ooc: for the running partner, but open before he gets here]

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[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

"I haven't been out there, nor have I gotten a grand tour," Morgana said. "Was I supposed to? Should I be bothering my big brother for one?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"It's not set in stone or anything, I just know it helped me get settled when I first got here, to know where the shops were, and which direction the Causeway was, and what the beaches were like. If you don't want to bother him, I'll be happy to give you one sometime," Dinah offered. "You should at least know where the Clinic is. And Jeff, God of Biscuits!"

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

"There is a god here?" Morgana asked. "That is, I would greatly appreciate a tour, if it wouldn't be an inconvenience."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah facepalmed, especially in light of stuff Gabrielle and Fiona had been saying that week. "Um, no. It's a metaphor, or hyperbole-- the shop just makes really yummy pastries." She looked sheepish, then brightened. "It wouldn't at all be inconvenient, if you think your Big Sib isn't up for it. Is this weekend good for you?"

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

"Eventually, I'm sure I'll understand all of these things," Morgana said. "This weekend would be perfect."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Cool. I'm guessing you don't have a phone yet. Why don't we plan for Sunday afternoon?" Dinah offered. "We can see whatever you like."

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

Morgana looked pleased as she nodded. "That would be lovely."

Somewhere, Arthur might have been feeling a foreboding sense of doom.